Sunday, June 24, 2007

want

I stare at a blank page, the silence deafening, the air thick with the weight of so many words left unsaid.

My heart is heavy with thoughts of him. His face, his voice, his words — they haunt my dreams. He reaches out to me, through the darkness, across the miles, but I recoil in fear. The old familiar emotions come crashing in, knocking me to my knees, reminding me of all that I am and all I used to be.

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Yes, I get paid to be a writer and editor, but by no stretch of the imagination do I consider myself a literary genius nor do I intend this blog to be considered anything more than a catch-all for the crap that flies through my mind. That being said, readers should be warned that I generally don't bother to edit or even proof my ramblings. They simply surface and are posted, flaws and all. If I happen to read a post later and catch some blatant error, I may be inclined to correct it. My sincere apologies to those of you who are driven completely mad by poor grammar and careless typos!